#Bev Katz

[geasthewritingrat]

Jack, trying to stop her doing something stupid: what does "N O" spell? Beverly: yes!

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Kitten (Bev Katz x Freddie Lounds) - Shortfic

Explicit // F/F // Bev Katz/Freddie Lounds // Tags: omegaverse, alpha/omega, alpha Bev, omega Freddie, multisex omega, multisex alpha, established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, almost pet play, kinda kitten play, pain play, feline cock sheath, tail butt plug, hesitant Bev (like verging on dub con), fingering, vaginal sex, knotting.

Freddie wants to experience a different sort of pain.

Latest installment in my Bev and Freddie A/B/O series. First installment on my @hannibalbingo card: Lesbian Freddie Lounds Contribution to KnotInMyName event!

Note on anatomy: I picture female alpha/omega thus - female alphas are much like a male alpha but with breasts and also a vagina, and female omegas like male omegas but with breasts and perhaps slightly smaller cock (so both intersex, in the fandom vernacular sense of the word). So much more like male alphas and omegas, than betas ("normal" people).

Kitten (1k words):

“Are you sure about this?” Bev asked, concerned.

They both enjoyed painplay but this was something new and the pain a lot more intimate. This wasn’t like spanking or even like that time she fucked Freddie with the smooth handle of her hairbrush.

Freddie might have been going on about it for weeks, even taking to dressing up in black lingerie with matching gloves, kitty ears and a damn tail plug in her ass, but this had the potential to be a step too far - for both of them.

Bev didn’t want to hurt Freddie, not really hurt her, but surely she had to trust the Freddie knew her own limits.

“Y-yes…” Freddie replied, breathless as Bev ran a hand down over her ass.

Read in full on AO3!

[arkashas]

Will and Beverly in Season 1 of Hannibal

[eldritch-ace]

I need more bestie Will and Bev content so I make it myself. They are the only cool people to ever exist in the FBI.

Also the Fred(dies) whom I despise (I love them with my whole heart). They are my favorite AO3 authors.

[thedarkmongoose]

[best-character-named-x-poll]

have you done your daily click

[multifandom--mess]

hannibal writers really missed not making beverly and freddie a couple like could you imagine how messy and powerful they would have been?? i'd have been their number one fan 🤭

[ganem-ouchie]

Can't believe we're both trans AND working for Jack Crawford!!!!

Quick sketch based on @iconsumethesoulsofthedamned eye-opening headcanon. Hope you like it Liam my man you're so right.

[geasthewritingrat]

Brian and Beverly: *loud, uncontrollable laughter* Jimmy: stop laughing at me! that's harassment! Brian and Beverly: *laughs harder*

[thecoolestcowboy]

BEV NOOOOOOOOOOOO BEVERLY KATZ NOOOOOOOO MY BABYGIRL

[ghostdrinkssoup]

killing bev was the only thing hannibal did wrong. framing will for murder? hannibal’s just silly and wanted will to know himself without sabotaging his murdering career. killing abigail? abigail was doomed by the narrative, it can’t be helped. everyone else? they were very rude, especially that one homophobic doctor. but BEV? I have never forgiven him. it’s literally what drove will to try and murder hannibal by proxy and honestly? it’s the only sane reaction

[stripydottycat]

Alt Takiawase. Bev lives!

Beverley is almost shaking out of her skin as she tucks the meat sample from Hannibal’s fridge into the back of her jeans & carefully descends the steps down to who knows what. She is about to exonerate Will & end the reign of the Chesapeake Ripper.

Also known as Dr Hannibal Lecter.

Her solid FBI-issue torch makes the plastic sheeting hanging from the ceiling in the (murder) dungeon shine & sparkle; the stainless steel autopsy bench - for that is clearly what it is - glints ominously. Bev takes a deep breath in at the sight of a couple of meathooks hanging from the ceiling, a large drain directly below. There are multiple trays of what she recognises as surgical instruments laid out in an orderly manner on a stainless steel cart. Bev dares not stray too far from the safety of the steps. She tightens the grip on her gun, safety off. What horrors this place must have seen.

The torch beam sweeps across a section of wall & she spots a light switch. She flicks the lights on…and suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck prickle with the certain knowledge that she is no longer alone down here. Her heart rate picks up & she clenches her teeth as she turns around slowly. The Chesapeake Ripper (for she can no longer think of him as Hannibal, or Dr Lecter, or any other name) is standing 12 feet away from her, his face in shadow. He is utterly still.

Bev knows the steps are 5 feet away from her at most. They are steep. She’s sure that monster can cover the distance between them in no time, with his home ground advantage. Bev needs to incapacitate him before she goes up those steps. That there is clearly another way in and out of the dungeon complicates matters.

This will be a fight to escape, or a fight to the death.

Bev is not willing to make the first move.

It feels like time stretches before her.

She has trained for situations where her life is at risk.

She has exceptional shooting skills (the image of Will in the Quantico gun range flicks in & out of her head).

She is Special Agent Beverly Katz.

She is a fucking BAMF.

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺.

Not at the hands of a monster in a 3 piece suit.

She’s got 17 bullets with the Ripper’s name on, & a torch that can smash a skull without too much effort.

He makes his move, lunging to kill the lights & Bev keeps that torch beam on his face to blind him as he advances towards her at a steady pace, not running, pulling his arm back as if to throw something, but Bev is quicker & she gets a shot off, she takes a step back & he takes another step forward, dodging to avoid the light but she keeps it shining on him & she has him in her sights when he lunges at her, fast, she gets a shot off then another & he pushes her up against a wall trying to choke her & she shoots again, close range, swings at his head with the torch & connects hard with his head.

His grip on her loosens & he staggers back, Bev gasps desperately for breath as she bathes him in light. He sinks to the floor. He’s down, there is blood, she is up those steps at speed & almost at the top when she hears a groan & the slap of one of his hands on the handrail at the bottom. She leaps the last two steps up into the pantry & flashes the light down onto a bloodied Chesapeake Ripper, his face contorted with rage, trying to haul himself upright at the the base of the stairs. Bev knows too well that appearances can be deceiving. She slams the hatch shut & sprints on jelly legs through the kitchen & the dining room & into the lobby, every shadow in the house of shadows a threat. She hauls the front door open & sprints for her car. She knows she’s not safe till she’s away from here.

She staggers as she reaches the car, falling into the drivers seat & shaking so much she can hardly hold the steering wheel. She checks the rear view mirror for a black Bentley as she speeds away & calls Jack. He sounds tired when he answers.

“Yes Bev.”

“HANNIBAL IS THE FUCKING CHESAPEAKE RIPPER I MIGHT HAVE KILLED HIM BUT PROBABLY NOT BUT HE WAS TRYING TO KILL ME AND HE HAS A MURDER DUNGEON” she shouts

There is a moment of silence on the line

“You’ve been talking to Will, haven’t you,” Jack sighs.

He is way too stoned for this. He hangs up. It can wait till morning.

Bev screams in anger. She’s going to head to the nearest police station. And call Zeller & Price.

She suddenly realises she still has the meat sample tucked in the back of her jeans. Ugh. She pulls it out & tosses it with disgust on to the passenger seat, shuddering.

At the next lights, a black Bentley pulls up next to her.

[eldritch-ace]

Hannibal sapphics be upon yee 🧡🤍💖

[hannibal-confessions-nbc]

i think it's really funny (and great) that so many hannibal fics live in an alternate universe where beverly didn't die. like, everything else is the same -- maybe even darker and more fucked up than the actual show, tbh -- but beverly is is alive. fic authors will forgive so many murders but not that one

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[elle8n]

"You wrote the standard monograph on time of death by insect activity." - Bev Katz, upon her meeting Will Graham in Aperitif.

Ok, this is pretty cool!